A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

born at 3:10

was the one who picked the

was a simple building with windows that had a Light green

cup of hot cocoa in a warm house while

if an individual was trapped in a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it would still be very

stood by the window, looking outside. His thin stature made the hospital gown

doctor had almost given up

still alive. He had lived two months longer than the doctor

with a glass of

the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a

like he had not heard

while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day.

twitched when he heard

broke into a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always

also her favorite food,” Mark

But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about

began to fumble in his pocket for

then, he stopped and shook

thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at

better not call her,” he said to

have to give Cecilia

stepped forward

“Please take your medicine.

bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies.

from him and swallowed them without a

nurse came in to help put on the medical

was done, Mark looked

on his phone got weaker and

fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it

Alexis. He dreamed

had almost

alive. He had lived two

standing behind him with a glass of water and medicine in his

medicine,” Peter

seemed like he had

snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the

when he

time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook your favorite meat

also her favorite food,”

But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and

this, he began to fumble in his pocket for

he stopped and shook

her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he

call her,” he

have to give

sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of

“Please take your medicine.

you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when

medicines from him and

lay on the bed, and a nurse came in to help put on the

Mark looked

on his phone got weaker and

Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had

where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia was still

much like that of

and

fact, this Cecilia in

his arms and gently stroked his face,

this point,

walls of the hospital room were white, just like the snowy

closed

needed

but he felt cold all over his body. He

buy the pumpkin pies

a plump foreign nurse was in the

wanted to return home. He

the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road,

couldn’t change anything for

never give up as

to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and

was determined to stay strong and fight

was finding it difficult to go back

the bed and started to

once told Mark that he would invent a plane when he grew up. The

go there because he

pale fingers trembled as

Peter came back to the hospital

on his way, so

are

Mark had been making and he

arranged the paper planes and smiled at him, “Okay

have some of your pumpkin

Mark only actually took

more than

mouth, he put down

his eyes

to go back home and have a family

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will,” Peter cheerfully assured him. But

could ask him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It was a

was around

he looked at the caller ID. For a

you,” Peter urged in

broke into a

silly boy,” he

It was an international call, so the signal was a little

sounded

birth to a

birth to a girl that had been named

so violently that he couldn’t say anything for some

a brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses

Mark closed his eyes.

see you next

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

no matter what, I hope

knew that except for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark

first half of

and put down the

duration of the call, he never even dared

been standing in the room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one or two words that Mark

“What happened?” he asked.

of the bed in silence. After a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to a baby

was happy to hear this and he did a fist pump

great,” he said

good sign on the first day of the new year. And Olivia

in agreement and began to stroke one

wanted to fly back home to see Cecilia and their

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glance

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